Some primal instinct rose within me the first time I saw her. Even if Joey Northcutt had never wronged our club, I would have found a way to make her mine. This just opened the doorway.

Her hair feels like silk beneath my fingers. Her body molds to mine like it was made to lay here. Softly, she breaths in a steady rhythm that I want to match my own chest to. We rise and fall together until we lull ourselves to sleep.

When I wake, she's still in the same position. Her hand, resting on my stomach. It makes me smile like I'm a fucking Jonas Brother.

Careful not to move her, I reach for my phone and check the time. We've been asleep for four hours. The party outside is barely underway.

Texting Logo, one of our prospects, I tell him to bring down dinner for us. Silently.

Half an hour later the door opens and he's got that fucking grin on his face when he sees us laying in bed.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I grumble when he sets the tray down on the bed.

"Just glad to see you with a girl. I was worried I was gonna have to suck you off soon."

I shoot him a glare that says get the fuck out of here before I fucking murder you and take your bike. He gets the hint and leaves quietly. Never wiping the annoying ass smile off his face.

Shooting a glance down at my little pixie, she still sleeps peacefully. The smell of our dinner wafts over us. We have an on-site Chef who takes very good care of us. He's paid incredibly well and lives in a guest house on the compound. I think he stays for the girls though. Whatever, I could give a fuck less what he does, so long as he keeps us fed.

Lifting the silver lid off the plate, I snag a roasted carrot and pop it into my mouth. Licking my fingers clean, I tell myself to wait for her to wake up before I eat. Thankfully I don't have to wait long because she starts to stir.